Thursday, 15 December 2011

A Reason For Everything

I was by chance having lunch at Hulu Bernam with my mum yesterday, a makan place we have not tried before. To my delight, ikan patin masak tempoyak was one of the dishes available. While enjoying my food, an elderly lady seated at the table next to ours started making small talks with my mum. Before long, both ladies were exchanging stories and the makcik took the lead when I asked who was the boy (about a year old) she was holding. Such a friendly boy, smiling and trying to get everyone's attention all the while. I felt a pang of sadness in me when it was unfolded that the little boy has just lost his father a few months ago. He died a mysterious death at the age of 31. Soon after, his mother left for her kampong in Kelantan due to unbearable sadness of the loss of her husband, leaving her son with his grandmother.

It's bewildering that a mother could just desert her year-old son for self-consolation. I couldn't help but think about him over and over again. When my sister passed away and left two children ages 7 and 9, I was wretched with the thought of them growing up without a mother. But this boy, he will grow up not knowing his parents at all. He will have no memories of them. Such overwhelming sadness indeed!

Nevertheless, keeping faith in Allah and believing in qada and qadar, I am sure everything happens for a reason. I extend my doa for this boy, asking for Allah to embrace him in His utmost care...Amin

Wednesday, 7 December 2011

Follow the Heart?

When it comes to the matter of the heart, there are so many questions that cannot be answered...and if they could, the answers are more self- justifying rather than anything else.

Of late, a new trend is seen to be widely accepted by our society. Younger men are dating and marrying older women. I am still very much of a conservative person and I cannot seem to go with the flow whatever the reasons maybe. There are not too many reasons that I have heard of anyway. The most common one used by older women is, "eventhough he's young, he's mature". And the most common used by younger men is, "mature women make me feel more comfortable". Both parties are therefore looking for maturity in their partners but if we observe them closely, neither behave quite maturely. The older woman takes control of her man because she is the one financially stable and the younger man abides by her rules like a toy-boy seeking comfort and refuge. Where is respect in this so-called mature behaviour? Or perhaps respect has a different definition for this group of people.

Fundamentally, human beings seek pleasure. If that's the kind of pleasure this older women-younger men are seeking, be it then. Just hope that the pleasure sought is not ephemeral.

Monday, 5 December 2011

The Long-Awaited Break

It was a mad rush towards the end of this semester - the rush for finding suitable dates for moderation of exam papers, marking, entering marks, preparing reports - everything to ensure dead lines were met. Alas, it was over by 24th November 2011. I was glad I managed everything without a glitch, thanks to Allah who gave me the strength - physically, mentally and emotionally.

Now it's relaxing time. This break is much needed and being in my hometown without having to think about work for a while is simply blissful. Coinciding with the fruit season is indeed a bonus to be here. Eating the fruits fresh from the trees is indeed a privilege to me. I know many would envy this joy I am experiencing but if it is any consolation to all my friends, I do remember you everytime I have those juicy fruits in my mouth...hmm...yummy.

Most of the Kampong folks are involved in the seasonal business of selling durians by the roadside. Since my Kampong is along the old North-South main road, many passers-by do stop for fresh durians. With the Kalumpang Resort and Training Centre in the Kampong itself, the number of outsiders buying durians is doubled. For now, everywhere and everything is about durian here.

Drug addicts are also taking the opportunity to steal durians from other people's durian orchard, including my mum's. Without shame they shove a wheel barrow to collect durians from under the trees daily and open up a stall by the roadside to sell them. Unsuspecting passers-by will stop and purchase those durians which will definitely be sold at a much cheaper price. After all, no capital is involved. Shouldn't their activities be reported to the police? No matter what, it is theft. Yes it should but I guess the kampong folks have given up on the police. I should say no more.

Minus the drug addicts, I am pleased that the fruit season is here again. It's durians + mangosteens + durians + mangosteens until there are no more left one day or until the break is over...whichever comes first :)